Fintan is now "Fintan" even to himself. Woe is me.
Earlier today Fintan raced across the room to me yelling "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!". I was feeling sad over some news I'd received about a girl dying who was younger than I am with a son almost exactly Coen's age. Seeing this, Fintan flung himself into my arms and hugged me and gave me a kiss and asked "are you sad, Mommy?". When I put him down a moment later he walked away and then turned around and repeated the whole performance again, and then again a moment later. I got to savor his call, his hug and his kiss three times. He's so intuitive and special. I adore the socks off him.
And I always will, whether he's Tintan or Fintan and whether I'm Mommy, Mama or just plain ol' Mom. I'm just so grateful to be here, at this moment, to enjoy my little boys.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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Amen. And he'll always be Tintan to me. Brody started calling me "mom" this weekend. I wouldn't answer him unless he called me "mommy," damnit!
Indeed!
Zoey is suddenly no longer Oey, she's Zoey now! I was so sad when I realized! What is with these kids, growing up so fast on us???
Oh, Tintan. Your kind soul will always reveal the (first) T in Fintan.
Tintan likes fish!
Madda just stopped saying "hold you" when she wanted held and is now saying "hold me?" so that is super sad. YOu think they'll say this stuff forever......
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